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Two bodies entwined; a tangle of limbs, golden and pale graced indiscriminately with the sheen of sweat. "Jalemar," she breathed, "how do you do it?" "However I can, as often as I can." He said softly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he strategically kissed her. "You're a devil, Jalemar. Purely evil." She moaned. "Just because I'm horny," he said with a toss of his head and a feral grin, "doesn't mean I'm evil." She laughed. "Do it again, Jalemar. Make love to me." "Sex is cheap, but love is a precious commodity." He said as he drew near. "Do you love me, Jalemar?" she asked breathlessly. "What do you think?" Jalemar said, his eyes flashing. "Oh Jalemar!" she cried, launching herself into the act with renewed passion.
Jalemar admired his reflection in the mirrored surface of the pond, smirking at his companion's accusations of narcissism. Satisfied that his fluffy layered hairstyle concealed his horns, he turned back to her. "And I thought you liked it when I preened for you." He said, kissing her softly. "Oh, I do." She murmured back, "But the train will be leaving without you if you don't leave now." Jalemar sighed and stole one last kiss before dressing. "Until next time?" "Indeed." She whispered. "Safe travels." Jalmar settled his jacket about his shoulders, and began to walk towards the walls. "Jalemar?" her voice called. He turned to look at her. "Take this." She said, throwing a money pouch to him. It was small, but it landed heavily in his hands. "What's this?" he asked, a worried expression on his face. "I know it doesn't add up to what you're worth…" "But… I'm not selling…" he replied, a bit shocked at the suggestion. "Of course not, lover. If you were in town, I'd have to keep you in style - this way at least I now you'll have some extra money for fun." She said, sitting up, not caring that she was bare. "A gift then." Jalemar said skeptically. "Yes - my husband will never miss it - he expects me to spend much more than I do." Jalemar pocketed the pouch. "Some husband you have, giving you all the money you'll need - and letting you have as many bedwarmers as you want." "I only want one," she purred. "Hurry back!" Jalemar bowed, and quietly left her. She always welcomed him, and not just with open arms.
Jalemar had truly become the heartbreaker his mother had foretold of, yet he didn't fret over it. No matter who he beckoned to, winked at, or otherwise approached answered the call - be they female or male. His conscience never balked at having so many bedmates, nor did his health suffer. All was well with the world. Despite the fact that he hadn't seen his mother in almost five years, he never forgot her advice, though he sometimes cursed her for bearing him. There were some places where Jalemar wasn't welcome do to having too many "special friends" but there were times and places where groups of youths sought out Jalemar to join their revelry. Seldom did he turn down such an offer, but on those rare occasions, his bed was warmed by something extremely delicate.
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